My brother and I have had centuries of life together. What may seem longer than a human could comprehend — it is but a blink of an eye for us!
Indeed, Loki has committed heinous acts in the name of confusion, of rage, of envy, and I am quite sure there are other reasons that he would deem me too foolish to ever comprehend …!
However, he is my brother. His face is my earliest memory, he is the first being I, in my boyhood, ever deemed “friend”. I cannot readily expel him from my affections, for I am incapable of doing so.
I love my brother with everything that I am. And in my heart, I know there is good in him, and there is hope for a future of peace in which he stands at my side. Even he will not even acknowledge it, he denounces me as an ignorant dolt whenever I strive to bring it up in our conversations … but I know.
Call it brother’s intuition, if you wish for a name for it. I may be a fool, but I will never forsake my brother. He is aware of my unshakable stubbornness, after all.